Revenge – served cold - стр. 30

" Yeah, yeah, go and check it out again."

As I left the office, I exhaled a sigh of relief. I didn't expect him to be so worried.

" So formidable, huh? " They asked me sympathetically.

I shuddered with surprise and looked at the early visitor. A short, short-haired brunette, dressed in a bag with fringe (it looked faintly like the fashionable boho style, more like a bag even with fabric), smiled sympathetically at me.

" Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

I ignored her question. Now I had a much more important problem – how could I make an appointment for this day?

" Oh yes, we haven't met in person yet. I'm Mila. I'm so happy to meet you."

She smiled charmingly. My smile was not so happy, but rather artificial and glued.

" You're here too early," I enlightened her, fighting the urge to strangle her.

Thanks to her, I almost fell asleep on the subway, holding onto the handrail and leaning against the man standing next to me.

" Oh, of course! You and I have so much to prepare!"

I pulled my eyebrows together, not sure what she meant. To me, she had a simple task – to bring the waiters who would put the food on plates and set the table.

" I'll be glad to help you in any way I can," I informed her nonetheless.

" I believed in you, Rina! You are my bright angel! " Mila splashed her hands.

I had no other choice but to smile and unobtrusively lead her out of the waiting room. Andrew is not in the right frame of mind to face such a cheerful person like her. Even I was annoyed by her diminutive and affectionate suffixes, and he'd definitely freak out. And since I'm the closest employee he can reach, all the anger will fall on me.

Taking Mila to the room reserved for waiters, I showed her where the dishes, towels, and flutes were, and turned on the refrigerator. This room, not an employee dining room. It was for the service staff, who were constantly called to all the meetings and large meetings.

Leaving Mila to go through the plates "what if they are chipped and it will not be nice and unpleasant!", I returned to the reception room. I have a lot of work to do without Mila. First, I opened the windows in the conference room to check it out. I put the mineral water and the glasses rubbed to a shine in their places. I printed out six more copies of the report and organized them into special folders.

I don't know who invented this statute, but I carried the documents in a red folder for signing. If Andrew just needed to familiarize himself with something, then – in the black one. Invitations to exhibitions or receptions – in the green one. And the folders for the Board of Directors' report were dark purple.